I Believe That We Learn By Practice.

Every Dance Is A Kind Of Fever Chart, A Graph Of The Heart. The Instrument Through Which The Dance Speaks Is Also The Instrument Through Which Life Is Lived ... The Human Body.

The Body Is A Sacred Garment. It's Your First And Last Garment; It Is What You Enter Life In And What You Depart Life With, And It Should Be Treated With Honor.

Looking At The Past Is Like Lolling In A Rocking Chair. It Is So Relaxing And You Can Rock Back And Forth On The Porch, And Never Go Forward.

A Dancer Must Listen To His Body And Pay Homage To It. Behind The Movement Lies This Terrible, Driving Passion, This Necessity. I Won't Settle For Anything Less.

It Is Difficult To See The Great Dance Effects As They Happen, To See Them Accurately, Catch Them Fast In Memory. It Is Even More Difficult To Verbalize Them For Critical Discussion. The Particular Essence Of A Performance, Its Human Sweep Of Articulate Rhythm In Space And In Time Has No Specific Terminology To Describe It By.